River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1887-01-27

| labOT-sdyIng machines, and the Occu
| patton of the farmer, to-day, becomes
an enYiable one OF Independence anC
| comfort.
In the Olden time, again we see, il
the family. man the strong enc, be
comes the master; woman the W sal
one, The slave. Feudalism for the
higher classes lifts her from this con
dItIUn into one scarcely more enyiable
the petted play thing of man. the shan
tr only of his idle moments and most
trivial thoughts. Through Centuries
of struggle, woman Is now emerging
from both these humiliating cOndi
lions and is trained to 10, as Wendell
Phillips says, "M hat God made WON Al
able To do and therefore intended she
should do. She is neither the slave
nor the plaything of his idle moments,
but The willing. glad, helper of man.
shall take for granted. then, in the
discussion of the question assigned to
me, that this intelligent people accedes
III theory at least to each of the fol
lowing propositions:
That the baby girl in the country be-
longs TO the same species as the baby
girl anywhere else and is capable of like
development.
That the baby girl is TO be trained in
directions which will increase her hap.
piness as a woman.
That happiness for woman as well as
well as for man, lies in the direction
of greatest helpfulness, not in the
path of greatest helplessness.
That greatest helpfullness results
from fullest development of the physi-
cal, mental, and moral nature of the
individual.
Emerson in his essay on cOmpensa-
ton says: Every excess causes de-
feet. Every defect an excess. Every
sweet has its sour, every evil its good.
Every faculty which is receiver of
ileasure has an equal penalty in its
abuse. For everything you have
missed you have gained something
else, and for everything you gam you
lose something" If EmeIsOn's doc
tTine is true one. and | believe il is,
what are the compensatiCns that "a
home on the farm renders to the grow
ing girl! Can this home build up,
round out, and complete the character
which will result in "a happy woman
hOOdl Let US first see what she loses
from her environments when compared
with her more fortunate city sister.
She loses the stir, the impulse to step
faster because of the thTong which
presses all around one, the education
which comes with scarcely an effort
through the channel of the eye and the
ear, from the busy, crowded streets,
the familiarity with men and things.
something TO see by Bacchus, something t.
There the whole day long, ones life is a perfect
The city, oh the city. the square with the
They are stone faced. white as a curd,
There something 10 take your eyel
Houses in tour straight lines, not single
front awryi
You watch who crosses and gossips,
Who saunters, who hurries by:
Green blinds as a maltyr Of course when the
And the shops with fanciful signs which ar,
painted properly.
Ere opening your eyes in the city
The blessed church bells begin;
You get the pick of the news and it costs yog
never pin.
pills lets blood, draws teeth:
or the Puncinello trumpet breaks up the mar
ket beneath.
At the pOstOfhce EuCh q scene picture
The new play piping hot
And a notice how only this morning tire
liberal thieves were shot
AbOveit, behold the archbishops most fatherl,
rebukes,
And beneath, with his crown and his lion
some little new law Of the Dukes!
Noon strikes, here sweeps the procession
our Lady borne smiling and smart,
With pink, gauze gown ali spaugles,
And seven swords stuck in her heart
Bang, whang. whang, goes the drum. toOtle-te
tOOtle the life:
| There's no keeping ones har Hches still.
| It's the greatest pleasure y. life.
Choice of companions, cooperative
study and work, ripe thoughts from
the living lips of wise men, inspirin;
music, the master play, the art gallery
YES, all these and many things NOR
does our country girl miss which tel
| in the growth of her city sister. Ant
vet, for all that, do not regret tina
/ the first sixteen years of my life wer
spent on the farm, far from all thes'
educational means. For all that.
count il "a loss which cannot be mad
! good if "a few weeks of each summer
| vacation are not mine at the old home
stead, and for all the delight the cit.
has for me. | expect TO spend, if any
| where, peaceful and contented oil
age where l spent my youth.
In place of the city sights and sounds
| with its hustle and endless change, tn
country girl has the blue sky. the fleec
cloud, the glowing sunset, the majesti
storm, the miracle of budding leaf an
flower, he mystery of the burning
bush of autumn, the ice and snow crys
tails Of winter, the hum of insects an
the sweet carol of birds.
She may not have the delightful
cOmpaniOnshipu of chosen friends of he
own age, but the possibility of hurtfu
companionship is made less, and tende
home ties may nowhere else be SO close
is bound. To i've at the old home, no
thing could compensate as ! see it, TO
the constant mpani0nship of m
mother, made possible by her freedOI
tIOm the demands of society. TIL
walks with her in meadow ard WOOD
the fairy lore of "a distant land tina
she then taught me; her description
! of the picturesque scenery of her M
tive home beyond the sea; its castle
and its cottages; its peat beds and il
fairs, SO interviewer with stories c
her own homelife there, were all S
vivid to me, that sometimes now,
seems to me. Unjust have once breathe
the mountain air of Wales, though
was born in the forest wilds of wi:
consin, and have never crossed III
briny sea.
No evening service in a finel
equipped church could awaken moi
true devotion than the Sunday eveIin
circle in our early home. when seate
around the large table with father an
mother as teachers, and brothers an
sisters as classmates, l learned to rea
in the language of the distant fathe
land the entertaining Bible. Ineede
no better incentive than my father
hand on my head and his "Well don
my girl from his lips. A cOmpens
ton for the concert we missed eau
afterward in the dear old Welsh hymn
, which our father and mother sang I,
US, the notes of which recalled now
, our vacation days, will bring tears
the eyes of anv one of the old circle.
How dear TO my heart are the scenes Of n
childhood.
When fond recollection presents them 20 vie
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